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“I will bind you in silken restrains. Lash your pale skin so that it blushes for me. Feast on your body with my lips, and ride your pussy deep and hard for hours.”
Arousal stabbed into Tehdra’s core, and she restrained the urging of her beast to pounce and devour. Heated lips seared her as he deposited her on his bed. Pleasure drowned Tehdra as he followed through on everything he promised with bold sensuality, and her body wept with bliss for the long, long night.
Chapter Fifteen
Ajali stood at the terrace overlooking his coliseum with a goblet of wine in his hand. He spun to face her.
“Ravishing,” he said, appreciation glowing in his eyes.
Pleasure warmed inside Tehdra at the lust in his gaze. It was worth it, she decided—the painstaking hours of being pampered, pinched and bathed in scented water. Ladies-in-waiting had attended to her and dressed her with exquisite care. Instead of being garbed in her routine warrior black, or sheer harem clothes, the most stunning silver caftan molded her curves. Blood red rubies dripped from her neck and ears. Her hair, brushed with dozens of strokes, cascaded down her hips and was held off her face with a ruby comb.
He captured her gaze, and his raw vitality caused her heart to pulse. He was garbed in black breeches, with a silver undershirt, and a back waist coast molded to his frame. Instead of an armband, he wore a headband held by a simple silver band embedded with diamonds and rubies.
Tehdra smiled in appreciation of his raw beauty.
“We match,” she murmured, gliding closer to his warmth.
She met his eyes, and it was like tumbling into oblivion. It was the most natural thing for her to lift her lips to his. She groaned in pleasure as the spicy flavor of Ajali wetted her tongue and sank into the depth of her being. She missed him, ached for him even though it had only been a few hours since she had been wrapped in his arms. She fed on his kiss greedily, loving the dark sensual delight, licking, sipping, and inhaling his taste.
He slowly released her lips from his and drew her to overlook the crowd. They stood on the king’s balcony, enclosed on all sides by granite-carved stones. Twenty high seats were arranged in a semi-circle, giving them a perfect view of the coliseum. Thick carpets the color of indigo cushioned her feet, and the chairs themselves displayed the hues of his royal house. The Phoenyx flames—orange, red and yellow—blended into a stunning montage of colors. The sigil of the house of Haddin, the Phoenyx, was etched onto the stones of the balcony. The sight stole her breath; the noise from the crowd was thrilling. Thousands of spectators graced the coliseum.
“How many does it seat?”
“Two hundred thousand and it will be filled to capacity for the days of the games.”
She walked to the balcony, surveying across and down. The king’s seats overlooked the entire coliseum. The stone structure, elliptical in shape, flaunted one of the most beautiful architectural designs Tehdra had ever seen. Talon, an enforcer for her king, was the greatest stone artisan she knew, and he could have been the carver for the massive stone and marble buildings. The structure boasted four stories that rose in sheer splendor. On each level arches and balconies bore statues of past kings of Nuria.
The warrior in Tehdra catalogued the many entrances and exit. There were more than sixty entrances on each level, and her eyes searched for warriors and approved their strategic positions. “It is beautiful.”
“King Ajali.”
Tehdra turned to Bastien as he entered with Ajali’s blades, Lord Uriah, Lady Shae and Princess Xian. Tehdra smiled at Gavyn. His hair flowed like midnight silk down his back. The scar on his face did nothing to detract from his harsh male beauty. On contrary, it only added to his deadly affect. Tehdra snorted inside as her gaze flicked to Acheron. Clearly wealthy, he was garbed in the finest waistcoats and boots, with a deep blue undershirt completing his black ensemble. His skin had a golden cast, and he was the only blade that wore his pure, silver-blond hair at waist-length.
She had come to understand more about the nature of Ajali’s blades.
They were the highest house of aristocracy in this kingdom and they swore allegiance to his ruling family by blood. They had done so for millennia through their fathers and their grandfathers before them. If his bloodline right to rule were ever threatened, he had ten of the most powerful houses in his kingdom supporting him.
Riveting eyes clashed with hers, and a slow sensual smile curved Acheron’s lips. He sauntered towards her.
“Tehdra,” he drawled with a smooth bow that somehow seemed mocking.
She was not sure she liked him. The most arresting thing about him was his eyes—multi-hued with swirls of amber, silver and cobalt. “Acheron of the House of Thessaly,” she greeted.
Muscular shoulders encased in rich silk shook with silent laughter.
“Very formal, Tehdra of…?
“Why are your eyes multi-hued?”
The laughter slowly leaked from his gaze, leaving flatness behind.
“You are very becoming, Tehdra of Aria,” he answered.
“I see the king’s penchant for directly avoiding questions is shared by his friends.”
He moved behind her, and she shifted to keep him in her line of sight. The move was subtle and instinctive, but he caught it. She smiled slightly as she met his gaze. He was dubbed the torturer. While slipping in and out
of the shadows, not only had she discovered that he was part witch and Serangite, but he had been held by Mevia in their dungeon for years. Yet he lived. Tehdra was not sure what feeling that knowledge roused in her, respect or apprehension.
